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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 124: Mages of the Tower (2)

Chapter 124: Mages of the Tower (2)

“Where⁠‍⁠ is Manroji…?”

Elder⁠ Morushtan, the leader‍ of the Black​ Cult, which was‍ one of the‍ 9 factions of⁠​⁠ the Tower of⁠​⁠ Mages, asked once‍​‌ again about the⁠⁠​ whereabouts of his⁠⁠⁠ disciple who hadn’t‌⁠‌ returned for the‌ last 2 days.‍

“Apologies,⁠‍ Elder Morushtan… We​​ have yet to⁠⁠ find… Brother Manroji.”‍​​

“…”‌⁠⁠

“I,‍ I believe… he​​ must be wandering‌⁠​ around several gambling⁠ dens. It’s common⁠‍ for him to‍​ get drunk in⁠​ gambling dens and​​​ spend several days‍ and nights there.”‌‌

Manroji​⁠‍ was one of​‌ the disciples of‌​ Morushtan. He was‍‍​ from the 4th‌‌‌ floor out of​⁠ 8 floors, which‍​ implied that he​​⁠ was a relatively‍ skilled disciple.

It​‍ was hard to⁠‌ believe that something⁠‍⁠ would have happened⁠ to him in‌​‌ one of the​​‌ backstreet gambling dens⁠⁠ so… logically, it‌‌‍ was safe to‌⁠ assume that he‌​ was simply indulging‌⁠ in the pleasure​⁠‍ of entertainment.

However,‌​ there was another⁠⁠ possibility in mind.‌

It​‌ could be that…‌ Manroji was in‍ fact Adelene the‍⁠ Golden Mage.

Since‍‌‍ Adelene had the‌ ability to change⁠ their face as‍ they wanted, it‍​‌ was possible that⁠‍ he or she⁠⁠ had switched into‍​‍ one of the‌‌ original members of​⁠ the Tower to‍​⁠ join the group.⁠

The⁠ rumored lord of⁠ the Tower of​‍​ Mages, Lord Adelene.⁠​

Adelene⁠‌ was someone who​ received orders directly⁠​‍ from the Divinity⁠ of Light and‍‌​ Ard Ri[mfn]TLN: Ard​‍‌ Ri – High‍‍ King of Ireland[/mfn]​‍‍ of Usurpation, Tates​⁠ Valtazar.

Even‍ this plan to‌⁠​ acquire the vampire‍‍ was based on⁠⁠​ the command given‍ to Adelene by​ Ard Ri, and⁠ even though Elder‍‍ Morushtan and Elder‌​‌ Admelech had roughly⁠‌​ heard about the‌‍ ‘Vampire Lord’ plan,​‍​ they hadn’t heard​ anything about the​‍‍ specific details of‍‌ the strategy.

If‍ his disciple Manroji‌‌ was in fact‍‌ the disguised version​ of Adelene, it​⁠ could be that⁠‌‌ Adelene was on⁠⁠⁠ the move already.⁠

“Send​‌⁠ Rellin. Find out​ where Manroji is.”​

“Understood,‌​‌ Elder Morushtan.”

He​ still deemed it‍‍‌ necessary to look‌‌​ into it, so⁠‌‍ Morushtan gave orders⁠​ to his disciples​⁠⁠ before focusing back‌‌‌ on the materials‍ of the Great​ Library.

It⁠‌‍ wasn’t the time​⁠⁠ to move just​‍‌ yet. The plan‍​ this time around‌ was an enormous​​​ one.

The‌ acquisition of the​​‍ vampire, Marie Dunareff…‍​⁠ and the assassination​‌⁠ of Chairman Eriu⁠ Casarr.

A plan this big‌⁠​ was taxing even‍​ for the Tower‍​⁠ of Mages, so​‌⁠ they had to‌ aim for the​‍‍ best opportunity possible.‌​‍

“Wow.‍⁠ Ren. This place⁠ is hugee.”

“Stop‍ creating a fuss.⁠‍⁠ I told you‌‌​ you have to​‌‌ be quiet in‍ the library.”

“Hing…​ You’re always so⁠ mean to me.”‍

That⁠ was when Morushtan‍​ the black mage‌‍ caught sight of‍​​ freshmen siblings who⁠‍ had entered the​‍‌ library to prepare⁠‍ for their assessment.⁠

“…Beastmen.”‍

They​ were the ones⁠⁠​ that the princess​ being sponsored by‌ the Tower detested⁠‌ the most. And​ besides… they were⁠‌ incredibly tenacious so​‍⁠ they were the⁠ best demi-humans for​ experiments.

“You.”⁠

“Yes,‌ Elder Morushtan.”

“Look​⁠‍ into those brats⁠​ over there.”

Morushtan​ gazed deeply at⁠ the siblings with‍​⁠ a spooky pair⁠​ of eyes. His⁠ greedy eyes stayed‍ on the siblings​‌ for a very‍⁠​ long time.

****​‍‌

In‌ the training room,​⁠​ I was training⁠⁠‌ with Alicia.

“Senior.‍‌‍ I’m a new‌​ student, called Rose.”‌

“Yo.⁠⁠ Miss Rose. What’s​​‍ up?”

“Actually,‍‌ there was a problem while I was creating the‌‍ blueprint of my⁠‍ weapon…”

During​ the previous prac​ lesson at the⁠ Hunting Grounds, I gave out magic‍ stones to the​⁠ 400 new students‍‍ with each of​‌‌ them being medium-high-grade⁠‍‍ magic stones above‌‍⁠ Grade 3. I told them to​‍‍ use those to​⁠ create their weapons⁠⁠‌ and had also⁠⁠ told them to​⁠‍ come looking for⁠ me whenever a problem popped up‍ during the process.⁠⁠

“Mr.‌ Korin? What’s wrong?”‍

“Nothing.⁠ One of our‌​ juniors came looking​ for me. Rest​​⁠ up for now.”​

“Okayy~”‌‍‍

Alicia,‌‌‍ who was drenched‌‍‍ in sweat, used‌‌ the towel next​‌​ to her to‌⁠ wipe her face⁠ and started chugging​‌ her bottle of‌ water.

“Did​ I… interrupt you‍⁠⁠ guys?”

“Huh?⁠‌ Nah. Don’t worry‌ about it. What’s⁠ the problem?”

“So⁠ the thing is,‍‍ the magic circuit‍ connecting this blade‍ to this place‌‌ here…”

I was a veteran‌ gamer who had⁠ crafted thousands if⁠⁠​ not tens of‍‍⁠ thousands of weapons‌​​ in ❰Heroic Legends⁠ of Arhan❱. I knew by heart‍‌ which materials had‍⁠ to be used‌‍‌ and how they‌​ had to be⁠‌⁠ combined to create‌ the best and‍ most efficient result.‍‍⁠

Using‍ what I knew,​ I wholeheartedly gave​⁠ advice to my⁠⁠ junior, and although​ she didn’t understand⁠‌‍ everything I said,​​‌ she diligently took​⁠‍ note and absorbed‌ everything I told​‌‍ her.

“That‍​ should be enough.‍‌‍ Instead of Ferghus…​‌‍ go to old‍‍⁠ man Hollgrehenn. That‍‍ bloke’s better at‌‌ making greatswords.”

“Aht.⁠‍​ Thank you so​⁠ much!”

“Show⁠‍​ it to me⁠​​ when it’s done.‍‍‌ I want to​⁠‍ have a look​ at it too.”‌​

“Okay!​ Thank you very‍ much, senior!”

Rose‍ walked away after​​​ that. With her‌⁠ eyes on her,‍⁠‍ Alicia asked while‌‌‍ tidying up her​⁠​ loosened hair.

“That‌‍ was the third⁠‍ person today. Does‌​ it not bother​⁠ you?”

“If​​​ a few pieces​ of advice increase​ those young and​ innocent juniors’ chance⁠‍⁠ of survival, I can do it⁠ all day.”

“Hmm…”​

“What’s​ up?”

“Nothing.‌​​ It just feels​​ like I’m suffering‌‍‌ a loss.”

“Is​‍‍ it because we‍​ have to stop​​ our training every​‌ time? I’m sorry.‌‌‌ I already told‍‌‍ them I’m usually​​ at the training‌‌ rooms during this​⁠‍ time of the⁠​ day.”

“…Yes.​​ That. Well, let’s‌⁠​ just say that.”​‌

What​⁠​ did she mean‌‍ by that?

“Oh⁠‍‍ right, Mr. Korin.‍‌ You know the⁠​ culture course, 『Love‌‍ and War』. Are‍ you done with⁠​​ the assignment next‍ week?”

“Haah~‌‌​ that one huh.”‌

Love​⁠ and War was⁠‌ one of the⁠‍ courses I applied‌‌‍ for for my⁠‌⁠ cultural studies course‌ for the 1st​ Semester. It was‍‌‍ a 2-hour course‌ worth 2 Units‍⁠ of Work that⁠ was related to‌ theatrical plays, so‌ I thought it‍​ would be an⁠⁠‍ easy course that​ was just about⁠​ watching plays and‍​⁠ writing reports but…‌‍‍

“Seriously,⁠‌ there are too​‌‌ many things they‌‌ want us to‍​‌ do. We have‌ to watch the‌‍ play, write reports,‍ discuss… and for‌‍ the last assessment,⁠ we even have​ to act out⁠ the play in‍​ a group right?”​

“I,⁠ isn’t it good?‍‍‌ There are a lot of new⁠ things I’m experiencing​ and a lot​ of things to‍‌‌ think about…”

“Since⁠⁠​ you mentioned it,⁠ how about we‌‌‌ stop training here⁠‍ for today and‌‌‍ work on the‌‌ assignment at a cafe?”

“S,‌‌‍ shall we? I can buy the​ coffee!”

We‍ headed straight to⁠ one of the‌ cafes nearby.

The⁠ campus cafes had​‍ desserts and pastries‌​ that were baked​ every day for⁠⁠‌ the students, and⁠‍ were always bustling‍​​ with people that​‌ wanted to study​ there.

Back‌ when I was⁠‌‍ going to a university in Korea,‍‌‌ I couldn’t understand​​ why people would‌⁠‌ ever want to⁠ study at cafes​‍ because I only⁠‍ went to the⁠ gym, but after​‌ reaching my 6th​​‍ year at the⁠‌ Academy, I finally​ realized why.

There⁠‌ were just too​​‌ many distractions at‌ home. Doing this⁠ and that, watching​‌ TV and going​​‌ on the computer…⁠ There was also⁠​ the so-called waste-of-life,‌‍ SNS, which proved‍‌‌ how true the‌ statement was when‌​⁠ you lie on​‍⁠ the bed scrolling​​‍ down the feed.⁠​​

On‍ the other hand,‌⁠‌ cafes and study⁠⁠ rooms had less⁠‌ interruptions. The chairs‍‌ weren’t comfortable, but‍⁠‌ that was all‌ the more the‌​ reason why it​ was easier to‍​‌ focus on studying.‍⁠​

Of⁠‍ course, it depended​⁠ on the person‍⁠ but at least‌ it worked for⁠⁠⁠ me.

“In​​ the end, this⁠ is just cheating​⁠ propaganda in the‌⁠​ disguise of a fateful romance theme.”‍‌

“But⁠‌​ the female lead​​ was from an⁠‌ unlucky family, and​ her husband was⁠​ also very cruel⁠​ to her.”

“It’s‍ unfortunate, I agree.‍‌⁠ And even though‍ the husband was​ by no means‍​‌ a good person,‌ that doesn’t justify​ cheating.”

“Ugh…‍⁠⁠ that’s true but…”‌

“The‌​ story itself was‌ quite romantic, and​‌ the plot made‍‌​ sense but in‌​ the end, it’s‍ just a nice​‌‌ way to package​‍ something that’s morally‌​‍ wrong.”

I talked about the​ fundamental issues but​‌ Alicia showed an⁠​ emotional response. It⁠ seemed that that​‍ play about cheating​ had left a big impression on‍ her.

“W,​​ what if it’s‌⁠ you!? Do you‌​‌ think you wouldn’t​‍ have done the⁠⁠⁠ same, Mr. Korin?!”⁠⁠​

“Huh?‍‌⁠ Wait, why are​‍⁠ you bringing me‌‍ up?”

“Y,‍ you need to‍‍⁠ put yourself in⁠ the shoes of⁠‍ the main characters.​​ R, right. Let’s​‌⁠ say you and⁠​⁠ my sister are⁠​‍ married couples.”

“Why​⁠ are you bringing‌ Miss Lunia into⁠‍ the discussion now?”‍‍‍

“You​‍‌ almost got engaged⁠‌ to her!”

“I‌‍ told you beforehand⁠ that it was‌⁠⁠ a fake one.”​

“Anyway,​⁠‍ it’s just a what-if!”

With‌‌ a serious look⁠‍‌ in her eyes,‌‌ Alicia put a piece of bread‍ and coffee on⁠ either side, and⁠ labeled them each⁠ as me and‌‌ Lunia.

“Let’s‍⁠ say Sister and‌ brother-in-law are in,‌ you know? A,‌⁠​ umm… in a state of ennui[mfn]a‍‍‍ feeling of listlessness‍ and dissatisfaction arising‌‌​ from a lack​‍‌ of occupation or​​ excitement[/mfn]? Something like​⁠​ that.”

“B,​‍ brother-in-law?”

“What‌ if I seduce‌ you in a situation like that?”‍

“…Are⁠‌⁠ you going to?”‌⁠

“Yes!​‍ ………A, ah, I mean, let’s just‍ say I do.”⁠⁠

She‍ was so confident​‍​ with that shout,​ that it took‌​⁠ me aback. This​​⁠ was just a what-if, right? …Right?‍‍

“Let’s​‌ say there is​ a young, beautiful,‍⁠‌ and inexperienced sister-in-law​‌ who loves you…”‌⁠

Alicia​ sat herself down‌‌⁠ next to me,⁠‌ before slowly gazing‌⁠‌ up and looking⁠‍‌ straight into my​ eyes.

“Brother-in-law…‍ I, love you.”‍

Her​⁠ clear blue eyes‍ looked deeply into‍ my eyes. It⁠ was rather sensuous‌ and… enchanting. Her​‍⁠ slightly flushed cheeks​ appeared like red‌‌ flower petals that‌ stimulated the heart.‌​

“W,‍​‍ what will you⁠‍⁠ do if I do that?”

“I‍​‌ think I will‌⁠⁠ just… turn you‍‌​ down like any⁠‌ other person.”

“D,​‍‌ do I have‌‍ no charm?!”

“Like,​⁠ that’s not what‍‌ I mean…”

I was stuck between​⁠ a rock and‍​‌ a hard place.⁠ Agreeing to cheat‌ was a moral⁠‍ problem whereas saying‌ no was the⁠ same as telling‌‍​ a young girl‍​⁠ that she was​‍ not attractive.

Did⁠⁠ I have to‌ lie here to⁠‌ maintain a better‌⁠⁠ social relationship…?

“Wait.”‍

“Mr.​ Korin?”

“Let’s‍‌‍ swap the people‍‍‍ around. Let’s say​⁠‍ you and I are married, and‌‍ Miss Lunia is⁠​ seducing me. O,⁠‍⁠ of course, I don’t think Miss⁠​ Lunia would seduce‍ her brother-in-law but…”​

“I,‍ I think she‍‍ would.”

“Huh?”‍⁠

“Nothing!‍⁠ A, anyway, you‌​ mean Mr. Korin⁠‍ and I are…‌ married, right?”

Alicia⁠⁠ twirled her fingers‌​‌ around in embarrassment.‍ Was she an‍ elementary school kid‍‍ or what…?

“I​‌ guess… so?”

“H,​ how many kids‍‌‌ do we have?’‌⁠​

“Kids?​‍ Umm… I’d say⁠‌ one or two​⁠‍ like a normal‍​ family?”

“That’s‌​ not enough! Of‍‌ course it needs​‍ to be more‍ than 12!”

“…Is‍​ that even possible?”‍

Even‌​‌ having four triplets‌‌ in a row‌‍ is not going⁠ to be enough‍‌‍ for that though?‌⁠

“I,⁠‍⁠ it’s just a figure of speech.‍ It’s better to​‌ have as many‍‌⁠ kids as possible.”‌​

In⁠‍ response, my eyes⁠⁠‍ subconsciously went down‍‌ to her belly.​‍⁠ Honestly, she was⁠‌ so thin that‍ it seemed risky‍​⁠ to even give‌‍⁠ birth to a twin but…

“Anyway.​‍ Let’s say you’re‌ my wife, and‍​‍ say Miss Lunia​‍⁠ seduces me in‍⁠‌ that situation. Are‌⁠ you okay with​‌​ that?”

“Hmm………”⁠⁠⁠

“Why​​‌ are you even‌‍‌ thinking about this?!”‍​

“Umm…⁠⁠ B, but, Sister​​‌ loves you right?”‍‌

“Huh?​⁠ If she is‌‌ willing to cheat…‌⁠‍ I guess so?”‌

“It’s‌ sad… to not⁠ end up with‍‌ the person you​‍‍ love, right…”

Is⁠​‌ that how it​‍⁠ is? Wasn’t she​‍‌ way too good‌‌‍ at putting herself‌‍​ in the shoes‍‍ of someone else?‍‍​ Shouldn’t she be‍⁠ more selfish, or​ rather, have common‌ sense…?

“Mhmm…!‍‍ If she really‍ loves Mr. Korin!​​‌ I think I’ll‍​ be okay with‍⁠​ that!”

“I’m​​ actually starting to‍ be scared of​‍ your view on‌​​ marriage…”

“But‌​ if I call‍ that bad, then…⁠ that’s the same⁠⁠ as denying my‌⁠ own birth.”

“Umm…”‌

I…⁠‍‍ didn’t realize that‌ was what she​ was thinking about.‌‍‌ It felt like⁠⁠‍ I had stepped‌​‍ on a mine,‍‍ and I felt‌⁠‍ bad for her.⁠

“Alicia,‍ how you were‌‍ born… is not‍ your fault.”

“…I​⁠‍ know. So Mr.​‌⁠ Korin.”

She‌⁠​ shyly scratched the⁠ back of my‌⁠ hand with her​‍ fingers in a circle, as if⁠‍ signaling that she​‌ would leave it‍‍⁠ to me.

“Please⁠ love your illegitimate​‍​ children just as​​⁠ you would for‌ your other kids.”​

Why…‍ was she saying‍ that as if​‍ it was a given that I would cheat? She‍ looked so serious,‌‍ however, that I could not raise​ any counterarguments.

“Of⁠‌‍ course it would‌‍‌ be great if​‍‍ everyone can live⁠​ in harmony! We⁠‌⁠ can create a big family with​‌​ a big house!”‌‌⁠

Wait,​‌‍ what? Did that​‍ mean I could​⁠ have more wives‍​‌ if I marry⁠ Alicia?

It​​ felt wrong, but‌ I couldn’t tell⁠‌ her it was‍ wrong. If I did, it would‌‌ be me talking‍‍ smack about her‍​‌ family…

“Hehe.‍‌ That’s actually not‍‌ bad. Just thirteen‍ each and it​‍ would be at⁠ least twenty-six!”

In​‍​ the end, I could not point‌​‍ out what was‍ wrong with her‍​⁠ rather-twisted view of​⁠ family.

****⁠

Rellin‍ was a disciple​‍‍ from the 3rd‌​ floor of the‌ Tower among the‌ black magic cult.⁠​

“Hah,​​ shit… Manroji this⁠​ baldy, where did​ he go off​⁠ to?”

Since‍ she was alone,​⁠‌ Rellin began bad-mouthing​‌ Manroji, who was⁠ much older than​ herself. Being near​​⁠ the bottom of⁠‍​ the group that‌⁠​ was visiting the‍ Academy, she could‌‌‍ not escape from‍ having to do‍⁠ these chores.

“That‌ baldy? Who knows?​‍⁠ He did win‌⁠ a lot of‌ money though.”

“There‌‌‌ were a few​ who thought he‍​‌ was cheating.”

As‌ usual, Manroji seemed‍​ to have gone‍‌ through various gambling​ dens in the⁠ alleyway to gamble.​‍

“Haah…”‍

And⁠‍ yet he suddenly⁠‍‌ disappeared. There were‍​ all sorts of‌‍‍ contrasting information about​‌‌ how he was​ when last seen.‍​‌

Some‍‌‍ said he left⁠⁠ the den dead‌ drunk, while some‍​ said that he‌​ went out with​‍ several prostitutes next‍​ to him.

The​ mages of the‌ Tower were skilled​ with magic, but‍ were terrible at‍‍​ gathering information. Actually,‍‌ that was natural‌ because they spent⁠ most of their​ time sitting on‍ desks.

“Damn‌⁠‌ that baldhead. Damn‌⁠⁠ that Morushtan. I didn’t enter the​​ Tower to do‍⁠⁠ things like this…”‍‌

The‌ probationary period at‍ the Tower of‍ Mages was very‍ long and complex.⁠⁠

It⁠‍‍ took a very‌ long time for⁠​​ anyone to be⁠ able to get⁠ taught anything by‍‍ the old elders‍​ of the Tower,‌ because of all​‌‌ the chores that⁠⁠ went by the‍‍​ name of ‘probationary⁠‍ period’. Unlike the​ Academy where it⁠​ was a master-to-student‌⁠​ relationship, it was​ closer to apprenticeship⁠ and they didn’t‌⁠​ teach magic very⁠ often.

“Just‍⁠ you wait. As‌ soon as this⁠ is over, I’m‍‌⁠ moving straight to​‌ the Red Cult.⁠⁠ There, I just‌ have to please​ that one old‍‌‍ guy…”

Even‍​ though Rellin was​ at the bottom‌ of the rank,‌‌‌ she had a decent appearance. Even⁠ the old mages,‍​ who talked about‌‍ pride and lofty⁠‌ mindsets of mages,⁠ lost themselves when⁠ she took off⁠​ her robe and‍​‌ showed them her‍​ thighs.

Frustrated‌​‍ from all the‌‌‌ vague pieces of‍ information, Rellin grumbled‍​​ before going to‍‌ a decent bar​ nearby.

It​‍ was a lot‌ more polished and‍ refined than the⁠ bar Manroji went​ to for gambling.‍⁠‌ Her opinion was‍⁠ that the intelligent​‍‌ mages had to‍ use places like​⁠‍ this and inwardly​ trash-talked the filthy‌‍⁠ baldy one more‌⁠ time.

“Are‌‌ you here by‍⁠​ yourself?”

“Huh?”‍

That⁠ was when someone​⁠‍ sat down next‍‌​ to her, and‌​ Rellin immediately recognized‌⁠‌ who he was.​

“You’re…”‌

He‌​ was the guide⁠ assigned by the⁠​‌ Academy. She did‌‌ not know the‍ name of lowly​ knights, but still​​ recognized his face.‌​‍

“I’m​⁠ Korin Lork. Miss‌ Rellin.”

“…Why⁠​​ is an underage​ student here in‍ the bar?”

“It’s‌‍ a place run‍⁠ by an acquaintance‌​ of mine.”

Instead​⁠ of rashly taking⁠‍‌ his seat next‌‍⁠ to her, he​‌ leaned on the⁠‌⁠ table and gazed‌‌​ at her.

“Can‌‍ I buy you‍‌⁠ a drink?”

“I’m‍‌‍ okay.”

“Uncle‍⁠ Paul. Two martinis​​​ here, thanks.”

Despite​​‍ her saying no,‌⁠⁠ Korin bought drinks‍‍ before taking his​‌ seat next to​⁠ her. Naturally, Rellin​‌‌ also turned towards⁠​​ him.

“Aren’t​​‌ you too young​‍ to throw out​‌ pickup lines?”

“Come⁠‌‍ on~. You are‍‍ a mage. Think​ logically.”

“…Logically‌ about what?”

“It’s‌‍‌ normal for bees⁠ to come looking​‍​ for a flower.”⁠⁠‍

“Bees?​​‍ A flower? Huhaha…!”​⁠​

“Now‌​​ that’s a pickup⁠⁠‌ line. We haven’t⁠ even started yet.”‌

Rellin⁠​​ wasn’t displeased by​‍ the things this⁠‍​ youngster was doing‍ to her. Back‌⁠ at the Tower⁠‌ of Mages, she‍​ had to spend​⁠ all of her‍ time trying to⁠⁠ please the old‍​ men.

She⁠ was at the‌ bare bottom, and‌‌ had to write​ dozens of papers​‍ and submit a report even when‍‌ she needed just‌​⁠ a single orphan​‌ girl to use‍‌ for her experiments.‌‍ Therefore, she was​ obviously rather pleased​⁠ by this young​‍​ boy who was‍ trying to seduce⁠ her with a deep gaze and‍​ a sweet voice.​​‌

‘Well.‌​⁠ At least he’s‌‌ a lot better‌​ than that old⁠ Zollin.’

Rellin‍⁠ thought about the‌⁠‍ old mage she⁠‌ had been seducing​‍‌ in order to⁠ become a secretary​⁠⁠ of a professor-level​⁠‍ mage straight after‌‍‌ moving to the‌‍‌ Red Cult, and‌‌ decided to enjoy⁠‍ this one-off occasion.⁠​

“Ah.⁠​ The drinks are‍⁠ here.”

Korin​ received the glasses​ from the bartender‌ and gave one‍‍ to Rellin.

“That’s‌⁠ a surprise, actually.⁠​ Do mages from​ the Tower also⁠ drink?”

“That’s‍⁠‌ a stereotype. We‌‍‌ in fact tend​ to be very‌​⁠ heavy drinkers.”

“There’s⁠⁠⁠ also the stereotype‌ that you are‍⁠‌ all intelligent elites.​ Is that also‍ wrong?”

“That⁠ one’s not wrong.”‌

“Haha.‌‍ What about experiments?‌ The Tower is‌ famous for experiments‌ and research, right?‍‍⁠ Don’t you make​​‌ like horned rabbits‍ and stuff?”

“Well~.‍ Rabbits are quite‌ good for experiments.​⁠ And that’s where‍⁠ the misinformation comes‍​​ from.”

“Can‌‌​ you tell me‌ a recent experiment⁠‌ or something that​⁠‌ you did? Please?​ My friend wants‌⁠ to enter the⁠ Tower very soon,⁠‌ and I have​‌⁠ a lot of⁠ questions.”

………​‌‍

……⁠

“What​ a player. Mr.‍‍​ Korin.”

“…What⁠‍ do you mean?”​⁠⁠

Using​‌ the bathroom as‌​‌ an excuse, I was taking a short break when​ Alicia looked at⁠ me with a disapproving light in⁠‌ her eyes.

“Where⁠ in the world⁠‍​ did you learn​‍⁠ all that from?”⁠

“Learn‌ what?”

“Hitting‌⁠ on girls!”

Ah~.‌ That was a misunderstanding.

Well,‍‌​ it was true⁠⁠ that I approached‌⁠‌ her to hit‌‌​ on her, but‍‍ it was incorrect‍⁠‍ to say that‌ I was a player because of‌ that.

“Listen.​ There’s no one‌​ who hates free‍​‌ drinks, is there?”‌

“…I​‌ guess so?”

No⁠​ one hated free​⁠⁠ stuff, and even‌​ those who initially‍​ say no were​ no exceptions.

“And⁠ besides, people like‍​ themselves being the⁠ topic of the‍‍‍ conversation.”

“…Is‍⁠⁠ that why you​‌ didn’t say anything‍ about yourself, Mr.⁠‍‍ Korin?”

“Yeah.‌ All you have⁠‍⁠ to do is‍‍ be a good⁠​ listener to what⁠ the other person​‍ is saying.”

Wow.⁠​ You’re great~! You’re‍‍​ such an interesting⁠‍ person~. Making the‍ other person the​​​ topic of the⁠‍ conversation was an‌‍‍ easy way to‍‌‌ put them in​‍​ a good mood.‍​​

“I‌ think you’re using​ that way too⁠ well to hit⁠‌ on girls…”

“What​‍ was that?”

“Nothing.​ Just go finish‍‍ what you have⁠⁠‍ to do.”

“Alright.‍ Wait here. I will be back‌ shortly.”

For⁠‌ some reason, I could feel a sharp glare on⁠‌‍ my back, but‍​⁠ I had to‍⁠​ finish hitting on‌⁠​ Rellin. It was‌⁠​ my first time⁠ seducing someone, but‍ I had a feeling that it‌ was turning out​​ quite well.

“Rellin.⁠​‌ Sorry for the‍​‍ wai…”

“Wow~.⁠⁠ Look at you.‌​‌ Look at the‍ color of your⁠​ lips. You are​‍⁠ so pretty. Which⁠‌​ lipstick do you‌ use?”

When​‌ I came back​ to Rellin’s table,‍‌⁠ I found out⁠ that there was⁠ a beautiful lady‌⁠⁠ next to her.‌‌‍

She‌⁠​ had twinkling pinkish‍​‍ hair, emerald-colored eyes,​‍‍ and a bright⁠‍‍ smile that enlivened⁠⁠‍ up the dark⁠​⁠ bar with her‍​ radiant presence.

“I’m‌ Estella. What’s your⁠‍ name?”

“R,‌ Rellin…”

Estelle⁠‌ Hadassa El Rath.‍‍ The 1st Princess​ of this kingdom‌‌​ and the Saintess‍⁠‌ of the New⁠⁠ Faith.

“Do‍​ you mind me⁠‍‍ buying you a drink?”

Why‌​‌ the heck are​ you here, noona??‌​

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